#probably in the third one though

[plethomacademia]

HI BESTIE! first contact?? 👀

Omg hi you have uncovered the Halsin/Maeve/Astarion weird threesome square

This one is absolutely filthy compared to Intimate Connection. Where the first one is Astarion POV from 20 feet away, this time he is in the mix and as the title suggests, he and Halsin finally make first contact. Maeve is the buffer and what a buffer. Bonus, I posted about this on Wed. But here's something from the beginning.

In the front of their party is Halsin. He is talking to Karlach, presumably about her friend that sells weaponry near the docks. That is where she and the druid will split off from the rest of the group. Karlach had wanted an extra set of arms to carry things back and Halsin, ever the kind soul, was happy to oblige.

Astarion is not sure what possesses him to do what he does next. Perhaps it is the memory of a few nights ago, when Maeve and Halsin had fucked in the middle of a clearing near Rivington and let Astarion use the tadpole to participate. Perhaps it is how adoringly Maeve has been looking at him all day, how kind she has been, so kind that he has been bracing for the first verbal barb to be volleyed. Or perhaps it is simply that Halsin’s rear looks quite nice that day, especially in those pants, especially at this vantage point.

Whatever it is, Astarion reaches out to Maeve with his tadpole as they make their way down an incline in the road. She looks at him and raises her eyebrows in question. He raises his back and she gives him a wicked smile. When she opens her mind to him, he looks ahead and sends her a very focused view of Halsin’s ass as it flexes from the sharp descent, the leather gripping and straining against the bulk of him. Astarion feels her surprise, her confusion, and then her absolute delight.

And so a new game begins between them.

[tj-crochets]

Giant bat update: it may or may not have a shard of needle in it somewhere (in case this breaks containment: this is about a giant bat plushie I am sewing not a real bat lol)

[levemetal]

Ye old Shen twins au where they both become peak lords EXCEPT. Instead of making them twin peak lords or something, we pretend the evidence that the beast peak does likely not exist is lies, and Shen Yuan gets to become peak lord of the beast peak. Why? Because he would LOVE IT there. It's his territory. He gets to be unapologetically nerdy about beasts 24/7 and make it everyone's problem.

As he should.

And bonus! He can snatch LBH at the disciple hole digging. Plot solved! (Assuming the system wouldn't you know. Pull system stuff and force LBH to end up on Qing Jing or some shit.)

And everyone lived happily ever after or some bullshit idk. I reread the 79 extras as well as the TLJ & ZZL ones let me have fluffy AU thoughts goddamnit, my heart has been irreparably damaged-

[pillowbugs]

unova textposting round 2 (electric boogaloo) because i had some extras saved to my phone

[doubleutf]

A third life Scott design concept for an animatic I probably will never finish - It was fun while it lasted :,)

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[swan2swan]

What happened in this picture. Did Kenji shove Darius out of the way and Sammy caught him? Did Sammy drag Darius out of Kenji's elbow line?

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

I love you peri-weri one of these days I’ll learn how to draw you consistently

I think what we need for season 2 is some good ol perirep slapstick I need to see them scrapping it out like looney tunes

[jeanne-de-valois]

Finally sinking my teeth into reading the Vampire Chronicles while I'm twiddling my thumbs waiting for season 2 to come out. Save me shitty bishonen vampires

[etirabys]

I am automatically on edge when dealing with family because they tend to do me favors (ranging from inviting me over for dinner they cook, to giving me expensive wedding gifts) and I know the contract is that I will do those favors back. But you see, I do not want to.

The type of favor that families tend to do are, to me on a -10 to 10 scale, 3 pleasantness to receive and -7 pleasantness to give. I don't much like being a dinner guest, going to weddings, staying in other people's homes, and actively dislike being on the giving end of these things. I feel much better about people I vet for compatibility but the whole point of family is that you're like an insurance company about it.

Invitations to draw me deeper into this network, like reunions or holidays, fill me with distrust that to accept is to rack up debt I can repay only with so much misery and guess culture torture that it cannot possibly be worth it to take it on.

[transingthoseformers]

Au where Sentinel's betrayal of the thirteen primes never turns out but this leads to the primes getting killed in a bunch of unlikely circumstances (Final Destination style)?

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024, Day 1, Mirror (Self)

Alright here we go again.

Technically a sneak peak of a bigger thing to come in the future that I'm repurposing, and the result of my final playthrough and readthrough before EoW dropped being Four Swords Adventures and that made me sad about Shadow Link again.

Note that this is for the Four Swords Adventures iteration of Shadow Link that might evolve into an LU Shadow, not Dark Link in either LOZ or LU, I have other plans for him.

This one shot was brought to you by Scars by The Crane Wives, Ribs by The Crane Wives, Ruin by The Amazing Devil and Two Minutes by The Amazing Devil because the author's playlist decided to be incredibly cheeky when they blacked out to write this like an ancient seers being cursed with visions and then called mad and hearing they've been put up for execution.

As always the nature of the relationship can be romantic or platonic, mostly due to the author's time constraints and further plans.

Anyway enjoy the reading!

It was cold.

The sort of cold after a wildfire, when everything's turned back to ash, the sort that left burned your vision white after the flames licked through your veins and left an ache in your bones. He shuddered, coughed black onto the stone floor, shaking with a muffled whimper.

It never got any easier, being dragged from the Dark World and into the Realm of Light, the goddesses' world itself revolting against an intruder, wanting the wound torn asunder into their oh so precious realm cauterized. To purge the intrusion and smite it where it stands.

Too bad for them (and for him), his master didn't particularly care about what the world wanted. Didn't particularly care that he hadn't grow accustomed to the pain or the cold, he had to stand up. There was work to be done.

(Shadow gritted his teeth, willed himself not to think about the prophecy of a golden haired princess- because whether he liked it or not, it was prophecy. As those with divinity running through their veins are wont to spill from their throats so carelessly- of violet eyes and a smile a third moonlight and hands holding a hammer.

It always hurt more, after one of the heroes liberated one of the maidens, or the jewels, the pain lingering for days afterwards and carving a home in his metaphorical bones. But just this once he'd take the cold bite of the Four Swords over the pain in the hole in his chest that Vio's betrayal had left, something that felt so much worse than every other time before.

Just this once he wished that maybe, just maybe, the hurt would be too much to bear, that he wouldn't wake up again-

Why? Why does it hurt so much but he's still here? He already knew the Light was uncompromising and unforgiving, but he thought them at least above curses.)

His ears twitched as soft, almost silent footsteps came up to his side. Someone crouching by his fallen form, setting a cautious hand over his own that Shadow couldn't help but draw away from with a hiss, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the world again, to your face, carefully blank as you guided him to lean against your side, a silver choker with a crimson gem winked mockingly at him, the shade closing his eyes and going boneless against your side.

Shadow was so, so tired.

He heard you quietly sigh, plucking his cap from his head and running your fingers through dark amethyst, smoke and mist made hair. "I told you so."

"Shut up." He grumbled, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. One clawed hand curling against your free wrist, digging into the skin. Absentmindedly noting there were new scratches just above the metal.

It was routine by now, the warmth of your existence against his own a welcome balm, not quite of the Realm of Light where it's unpleasant, not too close to the Dark World where he felt like melting back into the embrace of the darkness, only to howl in agony at being dragged out.

Memories not quite his own bled into his mind all the time. How you'd shape ice into flowers for the princess in winter with nary a though, of blinking and from one second to the next you'd have whatever sword he had hostage if you though it was time for a break with a smile brighter than the sun.

His master had changed that though. It took months for you to stop trying to claw the collar out and to stop trying to fight Vaati.

(Funny how holding a mage's dragon as a bargaining chip is just as effective as kidnapping a ruler.)

Your gaze flicked to the polished obsidian of the Dark Mirror, to the gold, ornate frame. "The offer is still open, you know. Let me take the suffering from you."

"No." He scowled, leaning back to glare into your eyes, a hint of fangs poking out from a maw struggling to keep the shape of a human jaw, "You helped him. Helped them." Shadow spat, there is that hurt again.

You shrugged, a movement that's just slightly awkward as you flinch, "That I did." You confirmed simply, it almost made Shadow see red as he leaned away, knocking your hand from his head in the process, but if there's anything him and the heroes shared, was a lack of a desire to hurt you. It was a little grating to be honest, "Vio even offered to take me with him, to be honest."

"Then why didn't you leave?" He demanded.

Why did you stick around?

Your eyes shuttered, a hint of conflict in your pursed lips. Before you found your words, they come out softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you why. You'll just have to find out yourself."

You tug your wrist from his grasp, and Shadow lets you go.

(Stubbornly pushing down on memories and emotions that arearen'tarenotanymore quite his.)

You stand and turn away, pushing the curtains away from your sight, you turn your tired eyes to Shadow with an emotion he can't put a name to. "Just keep it in mind that there's more than one way to end this. Nothing is truly inevitable."

Shadow watches you go. 'There's nothing that can be done. He tells himself, hand hesitating above the Dark Mirror, briefly, it curls into a fist. The hero's original self stares back at him.

'… Does he really believe that?'

He shakes his head, and focuses on willing the Dark Mirror to show him his counterpart.

His chest still hurts.

[squireofgeekdom]

Oh no. Don't let me start plotting out a Leverage Redemption / Moon Knight crossover. I don't need more wips. Help.

[caterpillarinacave]

Have I ever mentioned how much I love the NATM1 movie posters? I’m not sure why but the lighting, the warmth, all of the exhibits around it’s so 2000s. It’s so fun. It’s so visually appealing. Feels like childhood. Phenomenal.

[adozentothedawn]

I have attempted to make my very own first art-fight reference sheet. Or reference sheet in general honestly. Still not a 100% if I'll take part this year but I am kinda tempted and so I thought I'd just try one of my original characters that I have not done anything for yet.

Her name is Hadria and she is a royal ward, taken in by Jessamine to give Emily a playmate her age. She originally comes from a minor noble family from Morley. I also wrote two fics featuring her, both from Corvo's perspective, one during his time in Coldridge, and one about two years before the events of the game. <3

[egregiousderp]

We’re on day six straight of “wake up in the middle of the night/morning hypervigilant and struggle to sleep again” which means we’re reaching the season of Perma Tension and Overthink.

Can’t wait to get through the next two days of work so I can start my week of suspension.